Dahuang was immersed in the excitement of looking at the sea for a moment. Of course, he might also be immersed in the joy of having his statue lifted up by others. After all, this kind of exiled god has not received people's faith and worship for many, many years.
"Why are you unhappy? This is obviously very happy."
After the little girl left, Da Huang looked curiously at Brother Zhang, who was working silently with his head down: "It shouldn't be."
"I'm used to it." Brother Zhang said lightly, "There's nothing to be happy about."
"You are so old-fashioned."
Brother Zhang pinched the back of Dahuang's neck: "You have also experienced the ups and downs of history. Are you really happy because of the vicissitudes of life?"
"As long as I'm a wanderer, how can I have such a vicissitudes of life?"
Oh...Brother Zhang understands. She has been wandering from one place to another for the past thousands of years. For her, the world is always new. She is a part of history and she can't understand that feeling at all.
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"Okay." Brother Zhang patted Dahuang and said, "Let's go and let you experience it from the beginning."
After saying that, Brother Zhang stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers. Then the scenery outside suddenly changed, as if entering a black hole, and turned into a colorful field. When the scenery outside stopped changing, only the original high-rise buildings could be seen.
It turned into a patchwork of low thatched houses.
At this time, a child opened the door and placed a handful of shells on the counter: "Master asked me to mix the wine."
Brother Zhang silently accepted the shell, then took out a clay pot and poured the turbid wine into the child's gourd. While waiting, the child looked at the rhubarb with curiosity: "What is this?
I’ve never seen it before.”
"Your aunt is a cat."
"Ah, this little monster can actually talk!" The child's eyes suddenly lit up: "I want to call my master to see you and let him write you into the record of strange stories about mountains and seas."
Dahuang was stunned and turned to look at Brother Zhang: "What is this?"
Brother Zhang didn't say anything, but the child ran away with the wine gourd. After a while, he led a young man in his twenties or eighty years old and walked in. The young man nodded politely to Brother Zhang: "Sir, don't blame me.
.Qing Ling, this kid is a little more playful."
"No wonder." Brother Zhang shook his head.
"Wow! Qing Lingzi!!!" Dahuang jumped up, then turned into a human form with a whoosh, jumped in front of little Qing Lingzi, squatted down and hugged his little face: "Wow! Qing Qingzi
Lingzi, that’s great.”
Seeing the changes in Dahuang, Qing Lingzi's master was not too shocked. He just stood there and talked with Brother Zhang: "Sir, although you let everyone think that you are always here, the picture of mountains, rivers, and the country on your wall is
But it looks familiar. May I ask who you are sir?"
Brother Zhang waved his hand: "Passenger."
"Thank you, sir, for clarifying my doubts." The young man looked sideways at Dahuang and chuckled: "Qingling, don't resist, this woman is a fairy, and you are lucky to be favored by you."
At this moment, Xiao Qingling's eyes were hidden, and she didn't look like the big devil in the future at all. Dahuang was having fun.
When the master left with Qing Lingzi, Dahuang still leaned against the door frame and stared for a long time before turning back and saying to Brother Zhang: "Qing Lingzi was so cute when he was little."
Brother Zhang pointed outside: "This is the era of ancient ancestors. Strictly speaking, it is Xia Qinian. That is, Tu Shanqi's cousin, Si Qi."
"Yes, yes, that little potato is Xia Qi's cousin! Wow, I can feel the weight of history. After the myths of the past turned into concrete characters, they were all connected."
Brother Zhang nodded, but he suddenly sped up time. Day and night alternated crazily outside. When the door was pushed open, a handsome young man had already appeared in front of them. Although he was wearing coarse linen clothes, he had a handsome face.
, Sunshine is confident, and the heavenly eye between his eyebrows has a faint tendency to open, but he moves like the wind, without the slightest bit of hostility.
"Sir, Master asked me to get some drinks again."
While Qing Lingzi was speaking, he kept squinting at Dahuang who was squatting next to him, fearing that she would suddenly turn into a girl and come over to rub his face. However, Dahuang did not live up to his expectations and turned directly into that beautiful and charming appearance.
He walked around Qing Lingzi several times and said, "Wow, little Qing Ling has grown so big. Come on, come on, let me touch you."
"Sister Fairy, Qingling is a cultivator..."
After saying that, he picked up the wine bottle and ran away with a red face. At this time, Qing Lingzi could really represent all the beauty in the world, such as youth, excitement, shyness, and other beautiful words that could be used on him.
Not long after he left, a dissolute young man followed him. He looked around and took out a handful of shells: "Bring me a jug of wine too."
"Isn't this a horse stepping on a flower?"
"Yo? Little lady, do you know my story?"
"Bitch!" Dahuang kicked him out of the door: "Underage people are not allowed to drink."
The moment the horse stepped on the flower and flew out of the gate, the sky changed again, and this time they appeared in another place. There was a blazing fire burning outside, and many people were cheering around.
"From today on, there will be no gods in the world!"
Outside the blazing fire, a man raised his arms and shouted loudly on the high platform, while the people behind him who were supposed to be in the Immortal Class turned into stars and disappeared into the dark night.
"Qing Lingzi has killed the gods!" Dahuang rushed back: "He is really awesome! So at this point in time, does it mean that the war between humans and gods is about to begin?"
Brother Zhang nodded, and then they saw the long-awaited Battle of the Gods, and saw familiar characters one after another. The people who used to sit and laugh with them in the small restaurant had now turned into the God of War, using various unscientific methods.
The attitude soars across the sky.
This time, Qing Lingzi lost. The exhausted Qing Lingzi opened the door of the tavern. At this time, Qing Lingzi was no longer the sunny boy, but a face full of wind and frost in his eyes.
He looked like a middle-aged man with a murderous look on his face. He clutched his chest, but without removing the broken arrow from his shoulder, he stumbled and sat on the stool: "Sir, give me a bottle of wine."
Brother Zhang handed him a pot of wine, Qing Lingzi raised his head and drank it, and then let out a long breath: "All the zombies have died in the battle, and my Yuanling has been exhausted. I know that sir has great supernatural powers."
If we can meet again, sir, please return this wine gourd to me."
After saying that, he stood up again, opened the door and walked out, but Dahuang stopped him from behind: "You are like this, and you still want to go out and die?"
Qing Lingzi looked back at Dahuang and smiled: "I have a plan to kill all the gods and Buddhas in the sky after thousands of years, but this plan requires the sacrifice of one's head. It's just a head sacrifice!"
After saying that, he pushed the door open again and walked out. This time, Qing Lingzi and Di Xin went into the sea of fire together.
In an instant, the stars shifted, the sun and moon changed to a new sky, Qing Lingzi changed his appearance and walked into the tavern with someone else. When he saw Brother Zhang, he bowed and saluted: "Sir, I have come to attend your thousand-year appointment.
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Brother Zhang smiled and handed back the wine gourd he had just given to him a few minutes ago to Qing Lingzi. Qing Lingzi touched the wine gourd in his hand: "Old man, we meet again."
At this time, the young man next to him asked anxiously: "Sir, I haven't finished speaking yet. I still have questions."
"But it doesn't matter." Qing Lingzi raised his hand and said with a smile: "A wise man does not teach by talking, and a wise man does not teach by hiding books."
"The Qin State has been weak for hundreds of years. The aristocratic families are rampant and private fights are common. The family members are hidden and the public opinion is blocked. Now the king wants to reform, but what should we do?"
"No minister should be punished for wrongdoing, and no good man should be rewarded for good deeds. Use the strictness of the criminal law to establish the authority of the king. Respect the people according to the law and promote the law in the country. Make sure that there is a law to follow and a law to follow, and never make rash judgments.
You can’t just be one sided, as this is the most harmful thing to the law.”
The man stood up at this time and bowed to Qing Lingzi: "Martingale has been taught. I will go and explain it to the king. Soon I will show the new method to everyone."
Qing Lingzi nodded slightly: "But on the day of trial, you need to have the confidence to legislate."
"Oh? Sir, how should I establish my trust?"
"Discuss for yourself."
After saying that, Shang Yang left in a hurry, while Qing Lingzi turned his head and cupped his hands towards Brother Zhang and Dahuang, raised his head and smiled and walked out the door.
"He is so confident now, with a high-spirited look on his face." Dahuang jumped up on the table: "Qing Lingzi is so realistic that he would be a top talent anywhere in the world and in any era."
"Um."
Brother Zhang clicked on the table, and hundreds of years passed in a flash. Qing Lingzi was kneeling in the pit. Eight golden chains had been tied around his body. The soldiers guarding him retreated, and then a man wearing a
A man in black robes and a crown came over, jumped down into the pit, looked at Qing Lingzi and knelt down: "Sir, don't blame me, I still have some questions, I hope you can answer them."
Qing Lingzi raised his head: "I want to drink."
The man roared like thunder: "Bring the wine! The best wine!"
And Qing Lingzi shook his head: "I want to drink that wine, you let me go on my own, I will come back after drinking."
"Come here, please loosen the restraints, sir!"
The untied Qing Lingzi walked out of the pit with his head held high, patted the dust on his body, opened a path among the soldiers guarding him, and then walked slowly into Xianyang City, searched for a while, and then tavern
Push the door open and enter.
"Sir, we meet again."
Qing Lingzi was not at all depressed at this moment, but just sat down on the seat. He came in with him, and the man wearing a crown on his head looked around, and then sat down next to Qing Lingzi: "
I’ll bring you a pot for me. After your husband leaves, I will truly become a widower.”
The two of them sat there and drank slowly.
"This is Qin Shihuang, right?" Dahuang asked in a low voice: "It seems that what Qing Lingzi said is true. This guy is full of true dragon luck and is immune to gods and ghosts."
Qin Shihuang seemed to have heard Dahuang's words, and turned his head to look at her: "Even a strange beast can see that Gu is the real dragon's luck, sir, you can go on your way with peace of mind. Sir, I still want to ask you, is there anyone in the world?
Is there no elixir of immortality?”
Qing Lingzi raised her eyes and glanced at him: "Zhao Zheng, if there is another life, I will dig your grave."
Qin Shihuang was stunned when he heard this, then he laughed, and then he cupped his hands towards Qing Lingzi and said: "Thank you sir for clarifying my doubts. Now, for the last question, I would like to ask sir, can Gu's foundation last forever?"
"Don't think about it, the second generation is dead." Dahuang sneered from the side: "But although you have forgotten the Qin Dynasty, the feudal feudal feudalism has ended since you started. However, after the separation and reunification, China is still China."
Qin Shihuang raised his brows: "Did the second generation die? Oh... that's all, it's fate. Sir, how about you wait for me down below for a while, then I'll go down and play chess with you?"
Qing Lingzi smiled and shook his head: "No wait."
Qin Shihuang's face darkened when he heard this, and he immediately raised his head and looked at Qing Lingzi: "Sir, I have one last question, can you and I be considered friends?"
Qing Lingzi lowered his eyelids: "Forget it."
Zhao Zheng stepped down from the stool, kowtowed to Qing Lingzi three times, stood up and said loudly: "Sir, please go on your way!"
Qing Lingzi glanced at Zhao Zheng: "I hope the king will rule the world."
The two people walked out of the door, the bells were ringing, Qin Wangzheng struck the fou himself, and then buried them with 3,000 war horses and 30,000 swordsmen. When the first handful of earth fell into the pit, Qin Wangzheng felt as if he was dead. The learned man
It is said that Zhao Zheng, who had many talents, was completely dead, and was replaced by the headstrong and arbitrary King Qin Ying Zheng.
Dahuang went over to watch the whole process. When he came back, he cried like a man in tears. He said to Brother Zhang with snot and tears: "Why don't you help him...why?"
"Because I wasn't born yet, and intervening would cause time and space chaos, and even you would disappear."
"Ah? Why?"
"Because if Qing Lingzi takes over the world, he will demolish your pyramid, erase your beliefs, and kill all your people."
Dahuang groaned and his tears dried up instantly: "It's okay then, let him die. Where will we go next?"
"casual."
"Hmm... let me think about it carefully. There is nothing interesting about the twelve spirits. How about you just choose someone at random?"
Brother Zhang laughed: "Okay, you can even try to interfere with the process of history."
"Is it really possible?"
"Of course you can, but you can't use your abilities, you can only use your mouth."
"Then I have to let him take off? I don't believe it. Let's see if I can stop the wheel of history."
Brother Zhang didn't say much, he just switched to an era at random. Dahuang went out to take a look, but it was already the Han Dynasty. She transformed into a handsome scholar and looked back at Brother Zhang: "What year is it now?"
"Twenty years B.C."
Dahuang scratched his head: "Then can I go and see myself? I seem to be in Damascus right now."
"Want to go?"
"Forget it, let's see what I mean. I'm going to find Wang Mang! I have to have a destiny showdown with Liu Xiu."
Brother Zhang sat there and took out a book: "Okay, I'll wait for you."
Dahuang smiled and walked out happily. Anyway, since Brother Zhang promised her that she could interfere with history to a certain extent, isn't this a real-life time-travel story? If she doesn't do something in her career, she will be sorry for his thousands of years of lead.